Lambs in sweaters

Last month we took a trip to Kaikoura. On the drive home, we took a detour to check out a beach. On the detour, we passed many sheep. Heaps of sheep, you might say. Some of the sheep had lambs.

As we were driving along, I saw a lamb with a sweater on. This conversation followed:

Me: That lamb had a sweater on - how cute!

Gareth: What?! Lambs don't wear sweaters. They're covered in wool. They have permanent sweaters on.

Me: Well, this lamb had a sweater on.

Gareth: No it didn't.

Me: I know what I saw!!

Gareth continued heckling me all the way to the beach. We saw the beach (it was just okay) and then turned around to head back to the main road.

Me: I hope those lambs with sweaters are still by the road when we go by...

Gareth: Yeah, it'd be a shame if they went back to the barn to change clothes ...

Well, the lambs in sweaters did move on. They weren't there any more. Gareth took this as evidence that I'd imagined the clothed lambs. But I remained firm in my conviction. I saw lambs in sweaters.

Fast forward to this week.

There's been a terrible snow storm in the southern part of the South Island. It's horrible. It's the height of lambing season right now so sheep farmers were hit pretty hard. Reportedly, tens of thousands of lambs perished. They keep showing footage on tv of farmers throwing lamb carcasses on conveyor belts, and dead lambs being dropped on top of big piles of more dead lambs. Totally gruesome. But that's not the point.

Look at this photo, published in the New Zealand Herald online ("Blizzard brings call for disaster recognition"):

Lambs wearing ... well, jackets. Or capes. Close enough!

I win!